When has darkened, he has told that goes to consult to one of relatives, and houses have hidden near, trying to keep an
eye and an input in a bench, and a stone fencing of a garden behind which for the first time has seen the seducer of its
beloved Susanny.
Time lasted, is exact someone slowly and diligently extended veins from poor Iezekii. He has got tired to hide, tired to shift
from one foot to the other, peering into a night darkness. "And if so it is necessary to stand all night long?" It was suddenly
thought to it. What, if Susanna has guessed? "Is not present, from what? It was cautious, anything itself has not given out!
The is cold-pale face of Sina a curve smile hung over Babylon. "And can, God will give, it will not go", Iezekii was again
thought. But here silent clatter of asinine hoofs was in the distance distributed. The person conducting in an occasion of the
burro, has habitually stopped at a wall, there, where from it grapevine lashes hanged down, and, having combined hands at
lips, has cried the disturbed night bird. After some blows of heart of Iezekija has seen a thin graceful figure. From under the
thrown raincoat in a moonlight gold the dress has flashed... "About a grief to me, a grief! Has whispered Iezekija, sticking
nails into the person. Whether I have presented to you precious this dress, dreaming, as you will appear in it before Daniel".
Meanwhile the girl has dexterously taken seat on the burro, and the guide, only and waiting for it, has led an animal in an
occasion away from gate of Ishtar.
Having waited it is a little, Iezekija has directed behind them, hiding behind ledges of houses and trees. He ran following,
trying not to lag behind.
"Now, now all will reveal", panting, the furious father repeated to itself. Unexpectedly the guide has stopped the burro at any
wall. Iezekija gauging in a distance, taking breath. For a long time already it had not to go so quickly and so far. He has
looked round, wiping sweat and trying to understand, where has resulted its lust of the fallen daughter. Yes after all same a
palace of the High priest! New opening ozhglo is even stronger than it the former. Perhaps, it also could, having restrained
the broken heart, having appeased tears, to understand and forgive a flesh voice. But to be confused to any servant
Marduka?! To it, eborejke a good sort?!
Without knowing anything about the thoughts, tormenting I smother Iezekii ben Ezry, the girl has dexterously dismounted, has
approached to thickets of the ivy twining a wall, and has disappeared behind them in a flash.